The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 55

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Episode 55
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“Huh? Why not?”
“Well, if you get a Subclass, you need twice as much experience to level up.”
Park Gang-chan sighed as he explained.
“Leveling becomes incredibly slow. I can barely enter the tower to begin with because Mana recovery is so poor, and if leveling slows down on top of that, it’s just a complete loss.”
“Ah. Yeah, that’s true.”
Now that he mentioned it, the logic made sense.
I had it easy thanks to the Necron Ossuary — an absurdly broken ability that let my Mana recover infinitely, so I could enter the tower every single day.
But ordinary Hunters recovered Mana so slowly that they managed maybe twice a month, or so I’d heard.
In that situation, if leveling speed got cut in half too, a Subclass would be nothing but dead weight.
And if you obtained both Subclasses at once? Then experience requirements tripled, not doubled.
At that point, leveling up was basically impossible.
Park Gang-chan launched into a rambling explanation about Subclasses.
“It’s difficult and tedious and eats up a lot of time, but if you’re one of the top-tier Rankers who’ve climbed past floor fifty, it becomes possible to acquire a Subclass — and to remove it too.”
“Oh. You can remove it?”
This system had more flexibility than I’d thought.
It was like a trait reset function in a video game, maybe.
“How do you do that?”
Curious, I asked, and Park Gang-chan spread his fingers as he answered.
“To acquire a Subclass, you find a map where the Temple of Possibility appears. To remove one, you have to go to a place called the Temple of Oblivion.”
“Temple of Possibility and Temple of Oblivion.”
They really went all out with the names.
The Dimensional Tower’s naming sense was second to none, wherever it came from.
“But it’s a hassle. Your level can actually drop while you’re acquiring or removing a Subclass, and it’s inconvenient in every way.”
“Your level can drop?”
“Yes. That’s why everyone avoids it.”
Park Gang-chan shrugged.
Tedious and time-consuming meant one thing: a net loss.
Awakened Ones made money and grew stronger climbing the tower, but if that process got delayed or stalled, it translated directly into losses.
In a world where time was money and time was spec, taking the risk of having your level cut was no trivial decision.
There’s an old saying, isn’t there?
Are you sleepy at your current level?
Thinking about it again, it really was words of wisdom.
“Still, if I can get the Martial Artist Subclass, that kind of investment would be worth it.”
Park Gang-chan’s eyes gleamed with resolve.
He was thoroughly hooked by the bait of martial arts.
After tasting what it felt like to deflect a blade edge with External Qi just now, how could he not be curious about the world of Internal Qi?
“Alright. Then give it a try.”
At my encouragement, Park Gang-chan clenched his fists tight.
“Understood! I’ll do my best!”
His enthusiasm blazed so bright you could see it in his eyes.
That was when it happened.
“I’ll do it too.”
Yu Hye-yeon, who’d been quietly training beside us, suddenly spoke up.
“Hm? You as well?”
“Yes. I’ll acquire the Martial Artist Subclass too.”
Yu Hye-yeon’s eyes burned with conviction no less fierce than Park Gang-chan’s.
Suddenly it felt like some kind of competition for the Martial Artist Subclass had begun.
“Why don’t we test it out with Gang-chan first? If you both drop levels, that’s a double loss.”
I thought it made more sense to have one person scout ahead when there was risk involved.
But Yu Hye-yeon wouldn’t back down.
“No. I’m doing it now too. I can’t yield to Gang-chan alone.”
Hmm.
These two had their rivalry switch flipped again.
The pride duel between the ace of Yuseong Group and the ace of Unglryuk Group — it was a cliché I’d seen a thousand times before.
“Sigh… Fine. Do as you like, both of you.”
There’s no winning an argument with stubborn people, so I threw up my hands and gave in.
They live their own lives — what could I do about it?
And so that day’s lesson came to an end.
* * *
For the next several days, I postponed tower climbing.
Instead, I threw myself into the Corpse Enhancement Method, spending all my time strengthening every single corpse under my command.
The result was remarkable.
Huk Musang and Baek Musang evolved side by side into Dual-River Ghouls, and Ho Pungwhan-u’s four subordinates all rose to the same tier.
I’d assembled a complete legion of monsters—all equipped with Sword and Blade Immunity and Sword Qi-Tier Attack Power.
This elite force could hold its own anywhere now.
It felt like I’d undergone a Class Change from mass-producing-zombie-swarms Necromancer to refined-elite-corpse-legion commander.
Honestly, at this level, clearing the tower up to floor ten should be child’s play.
The reason being that level 40 can handle Ghouls without much difficulty.
Though even that ease applies only to party play.
Solo fights are another matter—you can’t win one-on-one.
To beat a Ghoul alone, they say you need at least level 80.
My Huk Musang and Baek Musang, paired with Ho Pungwhan-u—all equipped with Dual-River Ghoul abilities—possess self-awareness and can wield martial techniques on top of it.
Floor ten?
We might just slaughter everything outright.
And here I am, having barely cleared floor three… heh. The Necron Emperor really is a cheat.
But then again.
“This Bihalat keeps refusing.”
Bihalat alone stubbornly rejected the Corpse Enhancement Method.
“I will grow stronger by my own way.”
“But if you soak in that medicine, you’ll become even more powerful?”
“A knight has a knight’s path. I will not rely on the power of chemicals.”
This one had pride the size of Mount Everest.
Refusing free strength, he was stubborn as a mule—not a shred of flexibility in him.
“Sigh. This is the problem with Intelligent Undead.”
The mindless corpses, or those I’d shaped into loyal servants like Huk Musang and Baek Musang and Ho Pungwhan-u, would slip into the soaking bath without question whenever I told them to.
But original Intelligent Undead like Bihalat, Whitelam, and Asura had their own stubborn opinions and wouldn’t follow orders blindly.
Well, that same stubbornness came with superior intellect, so they were useful in other ways—a fair trade-off, I supposed.
“Fine. Have it your way. As long as you get stronger, that’s what matters.”
I decided to stop pushing and let it go.
However you got the result, as long as the outcome was good, that was enough.
My principle was that all roads lead to Seoul—just get there.
Anyway, after wrapping up that training session.
I decided to tackle the next floor.
Floor four, let’s go!
* * *
Park Il-chim was clocking in to the Yi Museon channel again today.
He was no Awakened One—just a freelance illustrator—yet somehow he’d become a hardcore regular on this stream.
“When are you coming back…”
It had already been several days since broadcasts stopped.
[Yi Museon taking a break for personal reasons.]
That single notice, left dangling in the void, had been the spark that set everything ablaze.
Suffering from withdrawal symptoms, Park Il-chim finally grabbed his keyboard and typed out a desperate post.
[Brother! I’m dying! Stop abandoning the stream and come back!] (156)
Even the title was a heartfelt plea.
The moment he hit enter and posted, replies cascaded down like a waterfall.
└I’m dying too, brother, hurry back
└Withdrawal symptoms are real, hands shaking
└Abandoning broadcasts is animal cruelty
└Now that dopamine’s cut off, the world is in black and white
└Brother where’d you go? Did you emigrate? Did America scout you?
└Yi Museon missing for five days… fans in panic
└I actually saw Yi Museon in my dreams yesterday
“Everyone’s in the same boat…”
Park Il-chim let out a heavy sigh.
Seeing kindred spirits in the same predicament only made him sadder, not comforted.
The whole world had become a group rehabilitation center for Yi Museon withdrawal.
“My life’s happiness just won’t come back.”
He couldn’t believe one person could become such a wreck just from missing a single stream.
Before, he’d worked, eaten, slept—the whole routine. Lately, though, all he did was haunt the channel, mashing the refresh button like his life depended on it.
It was addiction of the highest order.
And that was precisely the moment Park Il-chim had fallen into such brooding.
Ding!
His phone chimed.
[Yi Museon has gone live.]
“He’s here! He’s here! He’s here!”
Park Il-chim pushed off from his chair and shot upright.
It was the reaction of a hyena that hadn’t eaten in days spotting prey.
His fingers trembled with excitement as he flew into the broadcast at lightning speed.
Grinning ear to ear.
His lips stretched so wide they nearly touched his ears, eyes fixed on the screen as if it might disappear.
This was the moment he’d been waiting for—his dopamine supply had finally returned.
“You! I missed you so much! Don’t you dare go anywhere…!”
That’s when something caught his eye on the screen—something behind Yi Museon’s figure.
A corpse in black martial robes.
But the aura radiating from it was deeply unsettling.
“…What?”
Park Il-chim’s expression began to stiffen.
The information window at the bottom of the screen read clearly:
[Ghoul Dual-River Ghoul]
“Huh? A Ghoul Dual-River Ghoul?”
Park Il-chim’s mind went blank.
A Ghoul is a Ghoul, a Dual-River Ghoul is a Dual-River Ghoul—but what in the world was a Ghoul Dual-River Ghoul?
He’d never heard of such a hybrid creature in his life.
Clearly, he’d been absent for a few days and the man had gotten himself into fresh trouble.
“This guy really… just when I thought he was settling down….”
Park Il-chim’s face went slack with bewilderment.
And then, without thinking:
Click.
He closed the broadcast.
When the shock is too much, sometimes the mind just shuts down and runs away.
This was information his mental state simply couldn’t process right now.
“I… I need to gather myself. I’ll watch again after I’ve had a moment.”
Park Il-chim wiped cold sweat from his forehead, muttering to himself.
On his very first day back, and he was already scrambling his brains like this.
Yi Museon truly was a man who never returned in an ordinary way.
* * *
The moment Yi Museon’s broadcast went live, chat exploded.
Messages flew across the screen like a runaway locomotive.
-You’re back!
-After three days in the desert, finally some rain
-What even is a Ghoul Dual-River Ghoul? Explanation thread incoming
-Disappears and comes back causing chaos lmao
-Thanks for restarting the dopamine supply boss
“Come on now, settle down. It’s been a minute, right?”
His viewers reacted like they’d found an oasis in the desert just because he’d taken a few days off. He felt a little sheepish about it.
“Today, let’s revisit that casino I forgot to open last time, yeah?”

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